My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Read Novels & Stories

All I want is to get to our hotel room and just die on the big bed. But for now, I'll just keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is real life. That Damien Hunt is my real husband. And that I'm his real wife. And that we are married for real. I thought this would be scary but the thought of calling him 'my husband' for eternity makes me burst with bliss. I don't care how old we get, Damien will always be my dream man. And living with him for the rest of my life is a dream! ****

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. THE MAFIA EMPEROR - Book Two Excitement blasted through my veins as I stepped into my husband's house. Our new home! I always wanted to be in New York before my wedding. But when I got married to him, I thought all my dreams would end in ashes. But he changed my thoughts and brought happiness to my life. There was no regret in my life now. It was only us. & Happiness! He folded his strong fingers around my hand and stepped into our room. The room was huge but different from our house in Hyderabad. It was a giant room and its walls were filled with his childhood memories. My eyes rested on a cute

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

"Sammy you know I am your brother. You can't hide your pain from me. Your eyes are red and puffy and I know that you hid your dark circle with makeup. I have told you that you will not suffer for whatever happened. I am always here with you but you have to trust me, trust our family. You can't just hide your pain and always run away from us. It hurts to see you like this. "Bhai it's not like that. I don't want to hurt you guys" I said and a lone tear escaped from my left eye. Bhai came near me, hugged me, and said "you never hurt us, Sammy. We all want you to be happy. Promise me that whenever you have nightmares or difficulty in sleeping you will tell your Bhai. Promise me." "Ok, Bhai. Now

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

the woman left a dark chuckle and said "so now you remembered that you're my husband, the man who is useless like you in bed was never my type, you have nothing I desire, why I needs another man if my man is fit and worthy, my unluck I got an old man like you" the man shouted "you'll never change until you die" the lady rolled her eyes and replied "I will change, when you dies, I can marry a perfect man who fulfills my needs then I will stay loyal to him, now get out from my room, all my happiness for today's pleasure getting ruined the more I'm looking at you" the man none other than her husband left the room in frustration because he can't do anything to this woman the man who slept with h

Perhaps something had happened to her family that drove her to marry a middle-aged man for money. That man might be able to give her a lot of things, but not love. Sooner or later, he would get her back. Sally followed Pierre nervously back to the villa, the man with black silk over his eyes was leaning back in his wheelchair, listening to Ol' Joe reading him a novel. When she entered, Ol' Joe was reading the part in Anna Karenina where Anna decided to divorce Karenin. Sally frowned in displeasure. She had only just got married, and Ol' Joe was reading Anna Karenina-a book that left people repulsed by love, and no one would be happy with that.

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.